Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-04-23

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tt was well worth study; no ordi
4 nary face, though not wonderfully,
beautiful The brown eyes, a,ul
gracefGEfeatures, and smiling, red
lips we've pretty and attractive, but
there: was. certain power and at
tlactioasin; Murieps face which it
didnots0we to it's prettiness,which
would fave beenthere still had Sic
grownplain.
Itwas an expression not easily
transferred to.paper, and the tall
gentleman looked somewhat con-
temptla1sly upon the finished
sketcllsMhen twas handed TO him
for judgments; then he remarked:
.Theslaly,is a hctterjudge,' and
pasSedaiitsto Muriel IS
; She gaa 81 ceds shook lIer head
and smiled. an d returned tito the
sketclle} he colored a little, as
The asked:
"Well, YOU like it? Isit good7
sItwIll do; but | could make a
better,fsald Muriel, briefly.
DO you ketch?' be asked, Won
deringaF; and she did not think
she saw or understood his glance
at her dress, and from that to the
cottages which. he guessed was her
home. s But she did, and smiled
sIightlyas she answered:
Sometimes
sWilIyou-' lie hesitated, then,
offeringsher his portfolio, will you
show 1nesa spccimen?'
sYoM' FACET qneried Mnriel, as
she quietly received the materials.
He assented, and bending over
the paper she shortly returned to
linn alNoutlihe sketch of his face.
not IL finished sketch at all, but so
like that it was. wonderful. he
lookedsfrom the picture to her, then
laughed and said:
upon my word, I shall take care
how Itlisplay amateur attempts
again,le 1 flourish them in the
face Ola genius
Muriel smiled carelessly, and ris
ing from her rocky seat, was about
to go, when the silent gentleman
spoie::s
pardon me, would you sketch
me?
For;answer. Muriel resumed her
seat and took up her pencil again.
Now and then, as she worked, she
glanced atlthe grave stranger, and
her own face seemed to catch the
shadow from it, growing almost as
grayesas his. She give more finish
and completeness ito this picture
I.thap5Slies lad bestowed upon the
frst:S
As:she was about to hand 1T to
the soriginal,a a sudden impulse
|-causeS laer.to withhold it, an arch
tsDaEls 81 ak. plaeessof her gravity
and bendinEt low her head, till the
curls fell over and concealed her
work, she added a few lines about
the mouth and brow; then with d
laugh dancing in her eyes, she
placed it,iu his hand.
1t was his face. as real and vivid
almost as its reflection in Il glass;
but his face was TRANSPORTED. The
cloud of sadness was replaced by a
smile; such a warm, frank, glowing
smile as gladdens the heart to see
it; the real sunshine of feeling.
at first he looked at it in IL puz
zled way, us il wondering what she
HAD done to his face, until his com
panion, looking over his shoulder,
uttered an exclamation of surprise,
and then burst out:
Owen, l believe she has second
sight! She has drawn you as you
looked six years ago in the college
days. Old fellow, ifyou knew how
smiles become you, you would not
be so cllary of Them
Owens dalk blue eyes brighten
ed for moment with something
akin TO the smile that glorltied
them in the picture; then he smiled
and his face grew sad again.
you are strange girl he Said,
looking curiouSly at Muriel. 'Do
you know what | would give to
feel again as you have made me
lookg'
You are rich, l suppose ans
wered Muriel, simply; aud you
would give your Whole fortnne-at
least. l would, in your place.
A look of perfect agony swept
across his handsome face, and he
cried, passionately:
Il would! girl, l am Very rich, and
[ would give ten times as great
wealth, if 1 had it, to bring back
he stopped abruptly, and
turned away. He came back i'm
lnediately, and again addressing
ALuriel, thanked her for the picture;
aud then, as she was turning away
he hesitatingly asked her namo.
.Muriel Doyle she replied.
and mine is Egbert Owen he
said. will remember my name
and me?'
She bowed, smiled, and walked
lightly away, never glancing back,
though she knew they watched her
till tile rocks hid her from their
sight.
What q handsome man he WaS,'